“Just about the time Sibley’s men struck the woods a sniper’s bullet
hit me in the chest. It felt exactly as though some one had struck me
heavily with a sledge. It swung me clear around and toppled me over
on the ground. When I tried to get up I found that my right side was
paralyzed.
“Beside me stood Captain Tribot-Laspierre, that splendid fellow who
stuck to me through thick and thin. He had been begging me to get back
to a safer place, but I was obstinate and he never once thought of
leaving me. When I fell he came out of his cover and rushed to my side.
He is a little man and I am not, but he dragged me head first back to
the shelter trench some twenty or twenty-five feet away. My life has
been spared and I owe much to that Frenchman.
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